I knew my days were numbered. I KNEW it, I don't know why it was so much of a shock, but it is. The questions have started. Shortly after Christmas, after a trip to Wal Mart, youngest came up to me with a look of total disappointment and said
him: Mom, I have a question
him: Is Santa Claus real?
me: I believe in Santa (see how I don't actually lie...), why?
him: well I heard some people talking in the store, and they said Well he still believes in Santa
me:(cursing the morons who didn't look around to see if there was a young un near) I think maybe you just didn't hear them correctly
him: Well ok (big sigh)
me: what's wrong?
him: Well, it's just it would make me real sad to think you had lied to me all this time
WHAT!!!!! he is the first one to attempt to accuse me of lying, because he had Santa. So he has lost a couple of teeth in the last 6 weeks or so, all of which he has been compensated for. I was hoping we were past this, he hadn't once questioned the bringer of cash. Then the other day he said to me...."Repeat after me. I swear that the Easter Bunny is real, and may I struck down by lightning if I am lying"
so I did what any mom would do....I crossed my fingers and took my chances.